Wednesday, February 22, 2017

No Discernible Difference (Day 34)



Someplace far 
away in a bamboo 
forest, fibrous leaves,
each an emerald
dagger, whisper 
among themselves 
in a language I have not 
yet learned to speak.

Someplace, a man looks 
up and sees burning oceans 
of bleached ochre sand,
a taciturn desert realm
whose wealth of emptiness 
baffles the eye 
and leaves the mind 
to it's own 
devices.

Someplace distant 
as the long-buried past 
a vast prairie of ice and snow 
melts into the lowering sky, 
enfolding the world 
in a pale pearl shell—
no discernible difference 
between up and down, 
left and right,
you and me.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six